Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Ukraine and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Tim Buckley to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Michelle Simonal,
Crash Course in Science,
Steve Hackett,
Godley & Creme,
Mad Mike,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sam Rivers,
Brothers Johnson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Susan Cadogan,
Scratch Acid,
Public Enemy,
Thee Headcoats,
LL Cool J,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Angry Samoans,
Dennis Brown,
Bronski Beat,
Laurel Aitken,
Warsaw,
Unrelated Segments,
Duran Duran,
Boz Scaggs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bang On A Can,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Glenn Branca,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Magazine,
Stockholm Monsters,
Yellowson,
Black Bananas,
Infiniti,
Delta 5,
Excepter,
Accadde A,
Anakelly,
Danielle Patucci,
Sparks,
Tom Boy,
Roger Hodgson,
The Blues Magoos,
The Music Machine,
Spandau Ballet,
Altered Images,
Ituana,
The Gap Band,
Monks,
The Gories,
China Crisis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dave Gahan,
Dark Day,
Warren Ellis,
Kaleidoscope,
Kurtis Blow,
Scrapy,
Mark Hollis,
Rhythm & Sound,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Golliwogs,
Joy Division,
Mars,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.